Roman was smiling at the darkly dressed boy on the screen. He looked so out of place, but strangely calm given his anxious nature.

He rubbed his eyes slightly, being seated at lunch with his friend group and not wanting to be caught crying. It had only been a few weeks since Virgil had walked right out of his life without a warning, and he'd still yet to receive a reply from him. It was slowly killing the princely boy's hope for any kind of relationship with him. The closest he got to him was watching the interviews.

"Alright boys! Welcome back from the break, we're going to do some more Twitter questions," the host said with a smile as the band looked among themselves with nods. Roman crossed his fingers that the host would pick his question, wanting Virgil to know he wasn't done trying just yet. "Our first question is from @SirSingALot, Roman-"

He gasped, immediately looking toward the darkly dressed vocalist on the other end of the couch. His in real life friends were all nudging him excitedly, but he was more focused on the screen. Virgil's eyes widened just a little as something flashed through his gaze as it looked at the camera. He looked tense, shifting uncomfortably and trying to avoid eye contact with everyone, but he kept glancing at the camera subconsciously. Roman immediately felt guilt crawl through his skin, seeing the reaction to just his name. The guitarist sitting next to him noticed it, leaning over to mutter something inaudible into his ear. The action made him jealous and paranoid.

Had Virgil told his bandmates about what happened between them? Roman had thought that was meant to be a personal thing between the two of them.

"- and he asks: do you miss any parts of your life from before you became so popular?" the host finished, turning to the band.

They were all quiet for a moment as they contemplated their answers, but Roman was more focused on the darkly dressed boy's face as he noticeably winced at the question. He bit his lip in guilt, feeling bad for putting him on the spot.

How else was I supposed to ask you, Virgil? he thought sadly with a sigh at the way he shifted uncomfortably. I've tried everything I could think of, this was my last resort.

"Well, personally, I just miss my bed and my bedroom," the drummer, Luis, said, a small smile on his lips. "Going on tour is really awesome though, so thank all of you for making that possible!"

The studio audience clapped as he passed the mic to the bassist sitting on his left. "I miss my beanie," they said bluntly, earning a laugh from the crowd.

"You don't have your beanie with you?" the host questioned with an amused smile.

"Nah, I lost it!" Joan said with an exaggerated pout. "Rest in peace Marco!"

The other band members laughed at that one, even Virgil, which made Roman's heart flutter. "You named the beanie?" the host asked with a laugh.

"Yeah! His name's Marco!" they said, earning some laughs from the audience. "Yeah, I lost him somewhere between here and home while we were traveling. So, that's my answer."

The audience clapped as they passed the mic to the guitarist. Roman felt his eyes narrow with slight hatred, seeing the way the darkly dressed boy next to him was looking at him. "I miss the ice cream shop on the corner of the town we're from."

Virgil's face lit up at the mention of it. "Oh my god! I remember that!" he exclaimed, earning an affectionate smile from two different people, only one of them able to be seen.

I should hope you do, I went with you there all the time-

"I would hope so given how often I'd take you there," De said, nudging him playfully with his elbow. "You'd always get ice cream on your nose when you tried to eat the cone too quickly!"

Roman felt his blood begin to boil, not doubting his hatred now. Virgil was looking at him like he was the world, ignoring all the times he had gone there with him. I was there when he first tried the ice cream there, he thought angrily. I was there to offer to get the ice cream for him. I was there to clean it off his nose and make him laugh. I was there to offer him a taste of mine.

"I just really like the cone," Virgil said with a shrug, blushing a little as the audience laughed.

The host smiled as he took the mic from De. "Alright, then what is it that you miss from your life before you became popular, Virgil?"

He tensed again, Roman could see it; De could see it too, making him growl in anger when he put a hand on his shoulder and massaged it gently. "Well... I guess I miss a lot of things..." he said, looking down but glancing at the camera every so often. The princely boy was holding his breath, hoping he'd give him some sort of sign that they weren't over completely. Virgil opened his mouth to say something, looking directly at the camera with a sad looking expression before he suddenly closed it. He turned away from the camera. Roman's heart was pounding as he waited for his answer. "I miss my friends. like Logan and Patton. Remy too, he was funny. And-"

The other band members laughed at the mention of Remy, immediately starting to joke about how he always fell asleep in class. The kids all around him start talking to Remy who was looking smug as hell.

Roman just kept his eyes on the singer, watching him cut himself off. He let his friends take over, mumbling something under his breath as he glanced at the camera. In that moment, he felt like he was looking directly at him. Virgil stared for a moment as his bandmates continued, quietly saying something. 

Did he just say 'and you'? he questioned in his mind. The darkly dressed boy looked away, biting his lip. The guitarist noticed again, leaning in again. God, I wish he'd stop doing that. He's way too close to him. 

The rest of the interview went by without a hitch, but Virgil didn't answer anymore questions. When it ended, he didn't smile and wave like his bandmates. As Virgil left the T.V. set, he let out a shaky breath. His whole body was heavy, as if he was carrying a massive weight with him as he walked.

"Are you okay?" Luis questioned as they started to head towards the car. When he didn't respond, the drummer stopped him in his tracks. "Virgil, are you alright? Please talk to me."

He shook his head, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. The vocalist hugged himself tightly, shrinking away from him. The action caused him to bump into Joan and De behind him. They started asking if he was alright, worry and concern in their eyes. Virgil couldn't function properly; their voices were just noise, and their touches felt like fire.

He shook them all away, sprinting in the direction of the bathroom. He locked himself in, sliding down the door as tears fell.

I miss you so much Roman, Virgil thought as he sobbed. I want to see you again.

You know that's not a good idea, another voice said. He was using you. He didn't return your feelings. He never did and he never will.

The voices in his head stayed quiet as he started to cry again. His hands fumbled for his headphones putting them on as his friends called his name from outside the door. He hit shuffle on his Panic! At The Disco playlist, burying his feelings beneath the voice of Brendon Urie. He curled up on himself more, trying to erase his mind's creation of Roman looking at him with a broken expression, red eyes, and tear stains on his cheeks.

He didn't want to move. He knew that if anyone had seen him run away from his bandmates, it'd be all over Twitter soon. He could practically see all the tweets yelling about "Virgil Black running away from his band!?! Internal conflicts??! Falling out?? Are they breaking up so soon?!" and it just made him shake more. He could feel them knocking on the door, silently wishing they'd leave him alone and yet hoping at least one of them stayed.

He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there when he finally stood up to leave. Virgil hit pause on his music, feeling his heart pang at the loss of the sweet sound of "Pretty. Odd." as he let his headphones slip off his head and hang from his neck. He opened the door hesitantly, seeing that they'd all left.

"Oh my gosh, I was so worried you wouldn't come out!"

All but one. Luis hugged him without warning, making him gasp. After the shock faded, the darkly dressed boy hugged him back. He was grateful for his comfort, glad that he'd been the one to stay for him. Being practically a brother, he knew he could trust him.

"The others went off to dinner," he explained when they broke their embrace. "Do you want to go join them, or just go back to the hotel?"

"Hotel, please..." Virgil said quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he avoided eye contact. The drummer nodded, leading the way as they started to walk toward the hotel barely a block away. He didn't force him to talk, which he was extremely thankful for.

They were about to enter the hotel when they were spotted by a group of teenager girls. "Oh shit..." Virgil muttered as he pretended not to notice their looks and squeals. He hurried into the hotel, not looking back to see if Luis was keeping up with him; he knew he was, being a socially awkward mess who was always scared of fans.

They managed to get into their hotel room without them following, both of them sighing in relief that they managed to escape this time.